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Poems by Inchiki



 


pumpkin



the skin opens
a balloon vocalising
its innards
slow and unwound
very very so

the atmosphere is
pressured under a lie
our vessels built to contain it
can't keep it in
under certain vacuous conditions

it gets out
very very slow
fast slow

so, so
a monument
in the future
will read:

"here lied the liars to us
and
here lie the liars"






Mind Spool  2014